Venerable Rongtian's fame spread far and wide. When he was angry, millions of corpses lay dead and blood flowed for miles. The destruction of sects was just a matter of course for him.

Hentian glanced at Rong Tian, ​​who remained impassive, without leaving a trace. "You misled them, making them believe that I possess a peerless treasure."

"You don't have any priceless treasures?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked innocently.

"I, the Venerable One, possess absolutely no treasures or divine objects that can alter one's innate talent." To convince everyone of his words, Hentian, a dignified Venerable One, was actually forced to swear a blood oath with his soul.

A flash of red light appeared, but Hentian showed no sign of distress, proving his words were true. Finding no treasure, the restless crowd sat down dejectedly.

"This female Venerable One, shouldn't you apologize to me?" Hentian said. Because of Venerable Rongtian, he couldn't tear that woman apart, but an apology was only right and proper.

Ji Xiaoxiao nestled in Rong Tian's arms, completely ignoring Hen Tian, ​​and said, "I'm bored."

"Then let's get down to business." Rong Tian suddenly raised his eyelids, his gaze deep and cold as snow. Hen Tian felt as if a tremendous force had fallen from the sky and pressed down on him. He couldn't even hold on for a breath before he was slammed to the ground, leaving a large crater.

With a few whooshing sounds, four men and women dressed in dragon-and-cloud-like ice silk garments stood on the four sides of the pit.

“It’s Qinghe,” the elders of the Heavenly Dao Palace said.

"It's white."

“Hongguan is also here.”

"Isn't that the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Ghosts from the Hundred Ghosts Cave of the Demonic Path?"

The crowd buzzed with discussion, whispering among themselves about the four people who had suddenly appeared.

The four people formed a mudra with their hands, and a pale red membrane covered the deep pit to prevent Hentian from escaping out of fear of punishment.

"As I said before, if you want to cultivate the speed of cultivation, it's actually very simple: just kill people. Did you think I was lying to you?" Ji Xiaoxiao chuckled softly. "I'm not that free to joke around with you."

The atmosphere around them became very strange, a mixture of oppression and secret delight.

"Over the past two hundred years, the number of people who have died directly or indirectly at the hands of Hentian is well over a million," Ji Xiaoxiao said casually.

A collective gasp filled the air as everyone stared in disbelief. A million people, directly or indirectly, had died at the hands of Hentian? Was it really true? Even the Bloodthirsty Demon Lord of the demonic path, who attained enlightenment through slaughter, had only sacrificed 990,000 people. The Heavenly Dao Palace, a pillar of the righteous path, had its Supreme Elder slaughtering a million civilians—this was an act of utter defiance.

"Please, Venerable One, do not joke." Hentian suddenly shivered.

If what he did were truly exposed, even though he is now a supreme figure second only to the emperor, many ants can kill an elephant, and he would absolutely not be able to withstand the combined attack of the people of the world.

Ji Xiaoxiao lightly raised her jade hand, "Does this Venerable One look like I'm joking? Hentian, you killed countless people in your pursuit of breaking through realms and advancing in rank, which is an outrage against heaven and earth."

Hentian puffed out his chest, "This Venerable One is upright and has nothing to fear." The implication was that Ji Xiaoxiao was lying and framing him.

An elder from the Heavenly Dao Palace, who had a close relationship with Hentian, spoke up in her defense, subtly implying that Ji Xiaoxiao had framed an innocent person.

Ji Xiaoxiao sat down and let them talk.

Fifteen minutes later, the people standing on Hentian's side were beaming with pride.

"Finished talking?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked herself, then answered, "Since you're done talking, it's my turn."

"Qinghe." Ji Xiaoxiao called out to Qinghe beside the deep pit.

"Qinghe knows, Venerable One." Qinghe bowed and said, "Elders, my master was the Supreme Elder Mintian of the Litian Dao Palace. A hundred years ago, my master died in xx County and his soul was scattered. Qinghe was deeply saddened and personally went to xx County. I made an unexpected discovery that my master's burial place was inside the Nie family mansion."

After a pause, Qinghe added, "Before Hentian joined the Li Tian Dao Palace, his secular surname was Nie, and he was from the same lineage as the Nie family in xx County."

Min Tian died in the Nie family mansion. The Nie family and Hen Tian are from the same lineage, and the strangeness of this is thought-provoking.

Why did Min Tian die at the Nie family's house? Going back further, why did Min Tian go to xx county?

"My junior brother Jingyun was ordered by our master to go to XX County. One reason was to go down the mountain to train and slay demons, and the other was to secretly investigate what was unusual about the Nie family in XX County. The Nie family is very deep and full of dangers. There is a Ten Thousand Bones Palace, deadly ghosts, zombies and drought demons. My junior brother Jingyun was outnumbered, so he used the secret method of our sect to notify our master to come and help."

Qinghe looked at the sect leader and other elders of the Litian Dao Palace on the stage and said, "Everyone, you should also remember that a hundred years ago, my master hurriedly left with a few people."

The higher-ups of the Heavenly Dao Palace nodded.

"Among you all, does anyone know where Tian Hentian is and what he did?" Qinghe asked, getting to the heart of the matter.

None of them knew.

"I was in seclusion at that time," Hentian said.

"You're lying," Qinghe said firmly.

---Aside---

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Eighty-one bolts of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Universe Purple Lightning fell one by one, and after a long time, the wind and waves subsided, and the small mountain was blasted into a deep pit by the lightning. Inside the pit, an object that was completely black and emitted a pungent burnt smell sat motionless.

"Elder Hentian failed his tribulation?" The disciples of Litian Dao Palace were dejected and couldn't help but think the worst.

"No, no," someone shouted.

The blackened, foul-smelling humanoid object's outer layer peeled away bit by bit, revealing a translucent white body. Flickering electric light emanated from its surface, and its blood vessels pulsated, seemingly due to a rapidly beating heart and an abundant, even excessive, blood supply.

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